frequently i choke on my beer,
i've drunk too much or i'm trying to forget.
sitting in a field getting high with friends,
feeling free and trapped all at the same time.
staring out of the bus window,
praying for death or a new life.
the night gives us the freedom,
but our insignificance grows.
i am the **** of the earth,
thrown onto this world out of luck and anger.
i want to feel alive,
but i'm afraid of the consequences.
living our dreams would be a dream come true,
but they're just as pointless as the present.
my own friends hate my guts,
i don't care at all yet i care so much.
it's moments before i arrive home,
proceed to live my dull little life.
we're so alone in every way,
and God certainly doesn't care.
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC
frequently i choke on my beer,
i've drunk too much or i'm trying to forget.
sitting in a field getting high with friends,
feeling free and trapped all at the same time.
staring out of the bus window,
praying for death or a new life.
the night gives us the freedom,
but our insignificance grows.
i am the **** of the earth,
thrown onto this world out of luck and anger.
i want to feel alive,
but i'm afraid of the consequences.
living our dreams would be a dream come true,
but they're just as pointless as the present.
my own friends hate my guts,
i don't care at all yet i care so much.
it's moments before i arrive home,
proceed to live my dull little life.
we're so alone in every way,
and God certainly doesn't care.
